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Dear Left Ventricle

Dear Left Ventricle
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Dear Left ventricle,

   I’m sitting here trying to focus on life’s dull demands. For some reason listening to this song made me think of you because of all the lovers I have had in my entire life; you are the one that stuck around. And I figured I hadn’t written any love letter to you yet. Or even addressed you with love. Honestly, you were even here with me before I knew myself. You have been my never-dying fan working every single second of my life, even those days I wanted to die. You can imagine! Just kill you without saying thank you. So ungrateful of me!
   I remember the first time I had a glimpse of just how small and fragile you were. Was it sometime in 2016? Dr. Fakoya was excited about the ultrasound machine that the school got and wanted us to see the heart on ultrasound. I was the volunteer and there on the screen was the first time I saw you at work, marvelous! I’m beginning to feel emotional right now because I can approximate the time you started differentiating from the mesoderm. It was the 3rd week. You knew I would need you that early, and you fell in love with me before I even had eyes to see you. Even then, in my watery slime, I was enough for you. Your strength and courage are beyond words.
  Remember the time I started running like crazy like I was being chased? In those early days, my chest hurt so bad I thought I had ripped a part of you, but you always got used to my moods and adjusted. And those days I would cry and wail, you would cry along like you knew exactly how it hurt. And those many happy days, I felt like I was flying and would hear you skip a beat in synch with how I was feeling. Left V, you are my constant K.

Now I’m listening to you.

Through my cloth, I can perceive your pulsation, a familiar friend, a gentle reminder of how alive I am. Left V, I want to be strong like you. Even when I feel small, I want to keep going, even when left behind. I want to summon the courage to expand and grow when my surroundings require me. Thank you for constantly beating every rhyme thrown at you. You make my imperfections perfect. You make me able to slide through dull moments to more exciting moments.
This letter is to you, Left V, for always keeping on.

Love,
Dara